Mar 2018
I am a fractured soul
A broken man
Fragmented
and destroyed
into tiny pieces
Left with sharp edges,
misshaped parts
and empty spaces
A jigsaw puzzle
I continuously work
A never ending project
attempting to reassemble
But like a shattered vase
glued back together,
it's not quite the same
What was pristine and beautiful
is now just something I resemble
Written: March 18, 2018
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(48/M/Massachusetts)
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